The world was pitch black, with a heavy, oppressive layer of clouds.
Rain poured relentlessly on Nianyang's face and body. She was carrying Shang Wan, with her hands tied behind, unable to wipe the rain off her face, so her eyes stung with pain, almost making her unable to open them!
But what was worse now was that today was also her Weakness Period. She had been carrying Shang Wan for only a short distance, and she was already struggling, gasping for air.
Shang Wan lay on Nianyang's back, feeling the young girl's struggle, and felt particularly unsettled.
She reached out to wipe Nianyang's eyes and face, and said softly,
"Um, I'm a bit heavy, maybe I should get down and walk..."
"It's okay, we're almost there. You can't get wet; if you catch a cold, it would be terrible!"
Shang Wan was taken aback, her eyes suddenly turning red. This silly girl was worried about her catching a cold, not even considering herself. What if she caught a cold?
